Page 67 of Sweetheart
I never knew changing a tire could be romantic.
Or so hot.
Watching Sam work with tools was something else. I couldn't take my eyes off himas he gripped the wrench, demonstratinghow to loosen a lug nut. Or when he lifted his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. Or when he looked at me expectantly.
"Now, you try," he said.
I nodded. "Okay."
As he passed me the wrench, our fingertips brushed.
It was the lightest of touches. Completely unintentional. A few seconds, and it was over.
But that didn't matter.
I felt the sweep of his fingers long after we separated.Shaking it off, I tried to focus. Sam had started on one lug nut, and I placed the wrench over the next. But when I went to turn it, the thing wouldn't budge. I gritted my teeth and moved forward to get more leverage. It didn't matter.
The sucker just would not move.
"Problem?" Sam asked.
"No," I muttered, "it's just stuck. I've got it."
"You sure, Kent? Your face is turning red."
"That's because it's hot in here."
And because he'd suddenly moved closer, leaving only a few inches between us.
"I'm good," I repeated.
As Sam looked over my shoulder, I could feel his breath hitting my neck. "The tires on these older models can betough.If it's rusted, you might be too small to get it."
I scoffed. "Have you seen mythighs?"
"Yeah," he said, voice sounding rougher for some reason. "I've seen them."
"Then you know I'm not small, Bishop."
He laughed quietly.
Getting frustrated with the dumb nut that wouldn't turn, I gave up and whipped around to face him. Unfortunately, this put us in even closer proximity. His blue eyes blazed with amusement. "What are you laughing at?" I asked.
"You," he said.
"Why? Because I can't do something you made lookso easy?"
"No." Sam held my gaze. "I'm laughing because you're too stubborn to ask for help."
He leaned forward even as I stuttered a protest.
"And because you're right. Your thighs aren't small. They're perfect."
"I…what did you just say?"
Sam sighed and wrapped his arms around me from behind, placing his hands over mine on the wrench. "You heard me, Kent. Now, work with me, and let's change this tire.Like you said, it's hot."
Yeah, because you keep breathing on my neck, and you're wrapped around me like a freaking blanket.
